Nick Carter Stories No. 140, May 15, 1915: The Melting-PotCarter, Nicholas (House name)
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Nick Carter Stories No. 140, May 15, 1915: The Melting-Pot
Carter, Nicholas (House name)
Detective and mystery stories, American -- Periodicals; Popular literature -- Periodicals
Like men, monkeys are easily outwitted when under the influence of
liquor. They have human vices, and love stimulants. In Darfour and Sena,
Africa, the natives make a fermented beer, of which the monkeys are
passionately fond. Aware of this, the natives go to the parts of the
forest frequented by the monkeys, and set on the ground calabashes full
of the enticing liquor. As soon as the monkey sees and tastes it, he
utters loud cries of joy that soon attract his comrades. Then an orgy
begins, and in a short time they all show degrees of intoxication. Then
the negroes appear. Some of the drinkers are too far gone to distrust
them, but apparently take them for larger species of their own genus.
The negroes take some up, and these begin to weep and cover them with
maudlin kisses. When the negro takes one by the hand to lead him off,
the nearest monkey will cling to the one who thus finds a support, and
endeavor to go on also.
Another will clutch at him, and so on, until the negro leads a
staggering line of ten or a dozen tipsy monkeys. When finally brought to
the village, they are securely caged and gradually sobered down; but for
two or three days a gradually diminishing supply of liquor is given
them, so as to reconcile them by degrees to their state of captivity.
AN ANTIQUE MEAL.
“I have eaten apples that ripened more than eighteen hundred years ago;
bread made from wheat grown before the children of Israel passed through
the Red Sea; spread it with butter that was made when Elizabeth was
Queen of England, and washed down the repast with wine that was old when
Columbus was playing barefoot with the boys of Genoa,” said a gentleman
at the club the other day.
The remarkable “spread” was given by an antiquary named Gorbel, in the
city of Brussels. The apples were from a jar taken from the ruins of
Pompeii, that buried city to whose people we owe our knowledge of
canning fruit.
The wheat was taken from a chamber in one of the smaller pyramids, the
butter from a stone shelf in an old well in Scotland, where it had lain
in an earthenware crock in icy water, and the wine came from an old
vault in the city of Corinth.
There were six guests at the table, and each had a mouthful of bread and
a teaspoonful of the wine, but was permitted to help himself liberally
to the butter, there being several pounds of it. The apple jar held
about two-thirds of a gallon, and the fruit was as sweet, and the flavor
as fine, as though it had been packed yesterday.
THE KEENEST EYESIGHT.
Like every other sense, that of sight improves by use under healthy
conditions, and therefore the people who have the greatest exercise of
their vision in the open air, under light of the sun, have the best
eyesight. Generally speaking, savage tribes possess the keenest
eyesight, acquired through hunting.
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